You wake with a start.

The bed beneath you is unfamiliar, as is the room around you. Everything looks strangely feminine: soft colors, cute decorations, clothes neatly arranged around the room. You sit up, confused, trying desperately to remember where you are.

Then you notice the mirror.

A girl is staring back at you.

She has long, dark hair, striking blue anime-like eyes, and is wearing a plain white T-shirt with blue shorts.

You freeze.

Then you scream.

“What the hell?!”

You stare at your reflection in horror, touching your hair and face as if that might somehow explain everything.

Maybe it was the chicken you ate last night. It must have been spoiled. Maybe… somehow, eating bad chicken turned you into a girl?

Before you can think of anything more ridiculous, the bedroom door opens.

A woman steps inside.

She is completely unfamiliar to you, yet the way she looks at you suggests she knows you well. She has long brown hair tied together and hanging over her right shoulder, warm brown anime-like eyes, and faint blush on her cheeks. She wears a long, open light-beige knit cardigan over a blue blouse, paired with a brown skirt and a small necklace.

“Are you okay, sweetheart? Another nightmare?” she asks.

You stare at her mouth open.

She stares back.

She is a stranger.

But judging by the way she entered your room and spoke to you, one terrifying possibility becomes clear.

She is probably your mother.